Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Authors Note:I have to admit, this is quite a funny chapter, and I enjoyed writing every second of it! Sorry if there are any major spelling errors, but I don't have a spell checker. Sorry.
Chapter 1
Growing Problems
Harry Potter wasn't an ordinary teenager -- that much was certain. He was a wizard, and if that wasn't enough -- he was madly in love. Voldemort's rise had come as a shock during the triwizard tournament, and he was never the same again. Not after what happened to Cedric Diggory. At the same time, he had to return to the Dursley's. The one place he hated.
Privet Drive was Harry's personal hell. It wouldn't be for long, though. This was because tomorrow he became an of aged wizard, and he was leaving as fast as he came. Tomorrow would be the begining of his new adventure...at the Burrow, and Harry couldn't be happier. He had been completely isolated from the wizarding world, save for Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Hagrid, and...Ginny.
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Somehow, Harry had slept in. It was late morning, and he wasn't suprised to hear Aunt Petunia rattling on about his disrespect. Harry hadn't realized that he had slept in due to two reasons. One, last night he wasn't able to sleep. Two, because he was too occupied with looking at his birthday presents. He was trying to recall all of the wonderful gifts he recieved. Sirius had given him a book on deffense against the dark arts, called Defense Curses for Good Use.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I thought that this book would be of good use to you. It's an old book of mine, and I have just found it in Remus's attic. Please forgive me, I wasn't able to find anything newer because of the position I'm in right now, I do hope you understand.
Sirius
Ron had sent Harry a Chudley Cannon's shirt. It was bright orange and had all the players flying around on it. Harry laughed at Ron's letter as he read it again:
Harry,
I thought you would enjoy the shirt. Hermione told me it wasn't a practical gift, but what does she know, right? Don't answer that. Anyway, Ginny won't shut up about you as usual, telling everyone that you're "just friends". I told her we already knew this. She can't seem to keep her hands off of my socks either. Anyway, Mum can't wait to see you today. Dad'll be there around 5pm.
Happy Birthday,
Ron
Typical Ginny. Stealing socks...everyone's socks. Harry was still trying to figure out how she did it.
Hagrid had sent Harry a Care of Magical Creatures book. 'At least this one doesn't bite' Harry thought. It was a leather bound book with gold writing on it. It was quite large...and heavy.
Harry,
Happy Birthday! I thought this woul' be a good book for this years class. Ill see yeh at the start o' term.
Hagrid
Hermione's gift was rather a shock. It wasn't a book, or anything educational, or practical even. She had gotten him a Thinking Stone. These stones are supposed to be very good for straightening out your thoughts, and that's certainly a good think for harry. It was much like a pensieve, but doesn't hold memories. It's large and black. It has a smooth top and rough bottom. 'It actually is a very beautiful stone' Harry thought to himself as he looked it over.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I do hope everythings going alright where you are. I thought this might be useful to you, and I couldn't resist. I can't wait to see you at The Burrow!
Yours truly,
Hermione
The last gift he had recieve was from Ginny. He loved this gift most of all. It was a yellow and red leather wristband, in a very intricate braid. It was quite thick, 2 inches or so. It looked quite smashing on his wrist, if he said so himself. Her letter was a bit odd, though.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I do hope this present isn't too girly for you. It's just, when I saw it, I couldn't resist. It's supposed to bring you good luck and health. I thought it would be good because it's Gryffindor colours, too! I hope you like it! I can't wait to see you.
Always,
Ginny
Harry finally got up and took a quick shower. When he was ready and packed, he grabbed his wand, and headed to make an appearance in the living room. He sighed, he hated these people more than anything in the world besides Voldemort, who rivaled with them for first place. Nothing could ruin his day, though. So with a spring in his step, he walked into the living room.
"Don't be too happy, boy. You're no different today then any other day." Petunia loathed him, and it showed more than ever in her voice.
"Right, Aunt Petunia. Did you forget what day is is?" He was going to make the best of the next five hours.
"No, I haven't forgotten what day it is, you idiot. It's Saturday, July 31st. Now get to work in the garden, you have a lot to get catched up with now that you have slept in!"
"Oh dear, dear Aunt Petunia. You really should learn how to keep track of the years, and dates. Today, I am seventeen. Accio toast!" Harry was glowing with pride as his Aunt shrieked when the toast came flying into Harry's hand.
"You, you FREAK! Now that school of yours is going to expell you!" She was visibly shaking like mad.
"No, they're not, Auntie. Ther'e no more worried about me doing magic then they are about Albus Dumbledore, and do you know why? I didn't think so. I can do whatever I please, because today I am no longer an underaged wizard! Isn't that great?" He was enjoying every moment of this. His aunt made a choking sound, and he had to fight with himself to suppress the laughter bubbling inside him. "Oh, Aunt Petunia, don't you worry! I will be leaving...for good...this afternoon." He smiled at the thought.
"You great freak!"
"Thank You! Gramenia!" Harry laughed at the site before him. "I do suggest, however, that you hire a gardener. You're sprouting...grass...in your hair." He doubled over as his aunt ran out of the room screaming and grasping her head, Dudley followed.
Authors Note:I have to admit, this is quite a funny chapter, and I enjoyed writing every second of it! Sorry if there are any major spelling errors, but I don't have a spell checker. Sorry.
Chapter 1
Growing Problems
Harry Potter wasn't an ordinary teenager -- that much was certain. He was a wizard, and if that wasn't enough -- he was madly in love. Voldemort's rise had come as a shock during the triwizard tournament, and he was never the same again. Not after what happened to Cedric Diggory. At the same time, he had to return to the Dursley's. The one place he hated.
Privet Drive was Harry's personal hell. It wouldn't be for long, though. This was because tomorrow he became an of aged wizard, and he was leaving as fast as he came. Tomorrow would be the begining of his new adventure...at the Burrow, and Harry couldn't be happier. He had been completely isolated from the wizarding world, save for Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Hagrid, and...Ginny.
Somehow, Harry had slept in. It was late morning, and he wasn't suprised to hear Aunt Petunia rattling on about his disrespect. Harry hadn't realized that he had slept in due to two reasons. One, last night he wasn't able to sleep. Two, because he was too occupied with looking at his birthday presents. He was trying to recall all of the wonderful gifts he recieved. Sirius had given him a book on deffense against the dark arts, called Defense Curses for Good Use.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I thought that this book would be of good use to you. It's an old book of mine, and I have just found it in Remus's attic. Please forgive me, I wasn't able to find anything newer because of the position I'm in right now, I do hope you understand.
Sirius
Ron had sent Harry a Chudley Cannon's shirt. It was bright orange and had all the players flying around on it. Harry laughed at Ron's letter as he read it again:
Harry,
I thought you would enjoy the shirt. Hermione told me it wasn't a practical gift, but what does she know, right? Don't answer that. Anyway, Ginny won't shut up about you as usual, telling everyone that you're "just friends". I told her we already knew this. She can't seem to keep her hands off of my socks either. Anyway, Mum can't wait to see you today. Dad'll be there around 5pm.
Happy Birthday,
Ron
Typical Ginny. Stealing socks...everyone's socks. Harry was still trying to figure out how she did it.
Hagrid had sent Harry a Care of Magical Creatures book. 'At least this one doesn't bite' Harry thought. It was a leather bound book with gold writing on it. It was quite large...and heavy.
Harry,
Happy Birthday! I thought this woul' be a good book for this years class. Ill see yeh at the start o' term.
Hagrid
Hermione's gift was rather a shock. It wasn't a book, or anything educational, or practical even. She had gotten him a Thinking Stone. These stones are supposed to be very good for straightening out your thoughts, and that's certainly a good think for harry. It was much like a pensieve, but doesn't hold memories. It's large and black. It has a smooth top and rough bottom. 'It actually is a very beautiful stone' Harry thought to himself as he looked it over.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I do hope everythings going alright where you are. I thought this might be useful to you, and I couldn't resist. I can't wait to see you at The Burrow!
Yours truly,
Hermione
The last gift he had recieve was from Ginny. He loved this gift most of all. It was a yellow and red leather wristband, in a very intricate braid. It was quite thick, 2 inches or so. It looked quite smashing on his wrist, if he said so himself. Her letter was a bit odd, though.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I do hope this present isn't too girly for you. It's just, when I saw it, I couldn't resist. It's supposed to bring you good luck and health. I thought it would be good because it's Gryffindor colours, too! I hope you like it! I can't wait to see you.
Always,
Ginny
Harry finally got up and took a quick shower. When he was ready and packed, he grabbed his wand, and headed to make an appearance in the living room. He sighed, he hated these people more than anything in the world besides Voldemort, who rivaled with them for first place. Nothing could ruin his day, though. So with a spring in his step, he walked into the living room.
"Don't be too happy, boy. You're no different today then any other day." Petunia loathed him, and it showed more than ever in her voice.
"Right, Aunt Petunia. Did you forget what day is is?" He was going to make the best of the next five hours.
"No, I haven't forgotten what day it is, you idiot. It's Saturday, July 31st. Now get to work in the garden, you have a lot to get catched up with now that you have slept in!"
"Oh dear, dear Aunt Petunia. You really should learn how to keep track of the years, and dates. Today, I am seventeen. Accio toast!" Harry was glowing with pride as his Aunt shrieked when the toast came flying into Harry's hand.
"You, you FREAK! Now that school of yours is going to expell you!" She was visibly shaking like mad.
"No, they're not, Auntie. Ther'e no more worried about me doing magic then they are about Albus Dumbledore, and do you know why? I didn't think so. I can do whatever I please, because today I am no longer an underaged wizard! Isn't that great?" He was enjoying every moment of this. His aunt made a choking sound, and he had to fight with himself to suppress the laughter bubbling inside him. "Oh, Aunt Petunia, don't you worry! I will be leaving...for good...this afternoon." He smiled at the thought.
"You great freak!"
"Thank You! Gramenia!" Harry laughed at the site before him. "I do suggest, however, that you hire a gardener. You're sprouting...grass...in your hair." He doubled over as his aunt ran out of the room screaming and grasping her head, Dudley followed.